Lyra POV

Her left-hand rests on her bump as she brushes through her hair with her right, exhaustion apparent on her face as she fixes herself for her meetings.

Putting the brush down onto the dressing table, she slowly hauls herself up from her stool, wincing as her back aches at the sudden movement.

Andreas can hear movement from where he is in the bathroom, and he quickly hurries out, his eyes widening as he spots his pregnant mate moving around.

“Lyra, I told you to call me!" He scolds, and she scowls at him, slapping his hand off her arm.

"I'm not an invalid; I'm just pregnant," she scoffs,...